Friday, November 30, 2007
Fun Fun Fun
A month or so ago, a very dear friend of ours "donated" a chunk of money to our furniture fund, saying it was needed for our rest and that people should do more nice things in the name of God so that he actually gets credit for something good instead of church hypocrisies. At first, it was kind of hard to accept, because you have the whole guilt of "but this money could do so much good for such and such cause" or "but we already have so much and new furniture isn't a need, just a want". Anyway, our friend insisted and we eventually (very happily) accepted. So, after debating for a while over it, mainly over size issues and arrangement issues, (you can only fit so much into a 700some square foot house), we finally decided and will have nice, new furniture next week! We are very excited, as our furniture history has gone like this: In Tennessee we had a hand-me down love seat that my mom sewed us a slipcover for, in Texas, we had some funky Mercy Ships bamboo furniture that had bugs crawling out of it, and in Colorado, we bought a $25 couch from the thrift store and staple-gunned khaki fabric to it to cover the ugly and stained plaid that it was. Here, we upgraded to new furniture, but it was new furniture as in the "find the absolute cheapest that works and get it furniture" type of furniture, which has served us well for its time. (Thank you Ikea.) Even so, it wasn't exactly "adult-house" furniture, as a friend of ours came over one day and was like "Awesome! That's the couch I had in my college dorm!" (At least we had special cushion covers that were blue that my mom made us, instead of the ones you buy with it). Anyway, so this is our very first "you can actually choose what you like, consider looks and comfort, and get that furniture" type furniture. We have finally entered into the world of nice, new, fully upholstered, fully cushioned, not slip covered, and not homemade upholstery furniture!! I'll take some photos once we have it all set up. For the time being though, you'll have to settle for this description. It's a couch and a chaise lounger in a creamy white color, (which we have decided, we will strategically place throws over near the corner where Abe will rub against it by the window to keep his hairy marks off, but even if it gets some hairy marks, it's special fabric that is apparently super easy to clean stains and what not out of).
Sunday, November 25, 2007
Picasso
Oh Picasso, thank you for making me feel like maybe somehow, someway, I could actually do something more than "make the world pretty" with art.
“What do you think an artist is? An imbecile who has only eyes, if he is a painter, or ears if he is a musician or a lyre in every chamber of his heart if he is a poet, or even, if he is a boxer, just his muscles? Far from it: at the same time, he is also a political being, constantly aware of the heartbreaking, passionate, or delightful things that happen in the world, shaping himself completely in their image. How could it be possible to feel no interest in other people, and with a cool indifference to detach yourself from the very life which they bring to you so abundantly? No, painting is not done to decorate apartments. It is an instrument of war." - Pablo Picasso
“What do you think an artist is? An imbecile who has only eyes, if he is a painter, or ears if he is a musician or a lyre in every chamber of his heart if he is a poet, or even, if he is a boxer, just his muscles? Far from it: at the same time, he is also a political being, constantly aware of the heartbreaking, passionate, or delightful things that happen in the world, shaping himself completely in their image. How could it be possible to feel no interest in other people, and with a cool indifference to detach yourself from the very life which they bring to you so abundantly? No, painting is not done to decorate apartments. It is an instrument of war." - Pablo Picasso
Thursday, November 22, 2007
The Evolution of Chain Mail
I am spending another night baking. Today is Thanksgiving, so we went down to my Grandma's (Dad's mom) and spent the day with them. That is why I was baking the rolls last post. Anyway, tomorrow, we are celebrating again with my mom, so we will head up to her house, and now tonight I'm baking again for that celebration. So, while I'm waiting for the timer to ding, I'll do a blog post that I have been meaning to do for a few days now.
Chain mail is bionic. It has officially reached the blog world. I got a comment on my blog from Jenivere saying something about me being tagged. Confused, I check her blog, and see that the game goes like this: You get tagged. You go check the other person's blog and see a post about 7 weird/random facts about them, along with 7 names below it, one of which is yours. Your mission: post 7 weird/random things about yourself, and seven people on your blog, and then go comment on their blog, alerting them that they have been "tagged". So, I will play along, although I'm not sure if I can play along all the way. See, I don't even know if I have 7 other blogs that I check, and of the ones I do, Jenivere already stole 2 (Jesse and Kendra)...so basically, I don't have 7 people to name...but none the less, I will post the random things about myself and I will say that if I happen to have any unmentioned Canadian sisters-in-law that they should blog more so that unmentioned aunties and uncles can hear about their nephews and nieces and that if they want to play along, I would love to hear 7 things about them and/or their children. Does that count if I say that?
Alright, here we go.
1. When I was a kid, I wanted to be an American Gladiator. (I assume that show didn't air in Canada. It was a show where these big beefed up "American Gladiators" with names like Ice or Thunder competed with contestants in all kinds of physical games like jousting each other out of a circle and stuff like that. The gladiators all had oily, tanned skin, and wore American flag themed leotard/wrestling type spandex and the women gladiators had manly peck boobs and now I think it's really funny that I wanted to be one.)
2. I will not nap in the bed in the middle of the day because I'm "dirty". In order to lay in the bed, I must shower first. If I don't shower first, then I have to wash the sheets before laying on them again. (I know, I know, OCD much?)
3. I love worms and microherds (a.k.a. microscopic bugs that live in dirt). Seriously. I could write an entire post on the amazing feats of these little buggers. They do so much good for the food chain. We owe our tasty produce to them. Do you know what all they do for the soil? And how many types of worms there are? And each has a different purpose in breaking down matter into rich, rich loamy soil? Amazing I tell you. And the microherd, there is a whole other world, a very very complex one, living in just one handful of dirt (provided it's not chalk full of chemicals that have killed the herd). I mean, it's like an entire hierarchy that you could study for decades and still not have a full grasp on the complexities. I'll stop now, but seriously, appreciate your soil and all that lives in it!
4. Someday, I want to buy land and have an orchard and at least five dogs and live in a house that Jesse and I designed with a windmill to provide electricity and a laundry room right off the kitchen with a vertical deep freeze that I can store all my flours in and one counter top surface that is a few inches shorter than all the rest so that when you are kneading dough it's easier to put some elbow into it. Oh yea, and french doors into a courtyard. And a soaker tub with a picture window. And an air purifier built into the central a/c. And a pond with a weeping willow.
5. I'd like to spend a good amount of time in Africa.
6. I do best on about 9 hours of sleep each night, and am extremely jealous of the many people who can fully function on 7-8 (or in some cases, even less). How do you do that?
7. Sometimes, (okay, most all of the time) when I bake, I pretend I am doing a cooking show and I say the commentary in my head. Alright, now the key to cheesecake would be two things. You want to make sure that you've got a water bath, because that's really going to keep the cake from forming that thin layer on top that will dry out and create cracks. And you need to make sure to protect the cake from fast temperature changes, so don't be tempted to open that oven door while it's baking. In fact, just turn off the oven, and go to bed, let the cheesecake sit in there overnight and cool off slowly. You'll be a lot more likely to get a smooth, nice top this way. Que the smile and taste test...mmm....that's delicious, we'll be right back!
Chain mail is bionic. It has officially reached the blog world. I got a comment on my blog from Jenivere saying something about me being tagged. Confused, I check her blog, and see that the game goes like this: You get tagged. You go check the other person's blog and see a post about 7 weird/random facts about them, along with 7 names below it, one of which is yours. Your mission: post 7 weird/random things about yourself, and seven people on your blog, and then go comment on their blog, alerting them that they have been "tagged". So, I will play along, although I'm not sure if I can play along all the way. See, I don't even know if I have 7 other blogs that I check, and of the ones I do, Jenivere already stole 2 (Jesse and Kendra)...so basically, I don't have 7 people to name...but none the less, I will post the random things about myself and I will say that if I happen to have any unmentioned Canadian sisters-in-law that they should blog more so that unmentioned aunties and uncles can hear about their nephews and nieces and that if they want to play along, I would love to hear 7 things about them and/or their children. Does that count if I say that?
Alright, here we go.
1. When I was a kid, I wanted to be an American Gladiator. (I assume that show didn't air in Canada. It was a show where these big beefed up "American Gladiators" with names like Ice or Thunder competed with contestants in all kinds of physical games like jousting each other out of a circle and stuff like that. The gladiators all had oily, tanned skin, and wore American flag themed leotard/wrestling type spandex and the women gladiators had manly peck boobs and now I think it's really funny that I wanted to be one.)
2. I will not nap in the bed in the middle of the day because I'm "dirty". In order to lay in the bed, I must shower first. If I don't shower first, then I have to wash the sheets before laying on them again. (I know, I know, OCD much?)
3. I love worms and microherds (a.k.a. microscopic bugs that live in dirt). Seriously. I could write an entire post on the amazing feats of these little buggers. They do so much good for the food chain. We owe our tasty produce to them. Do you know what all they do for the soil? And how many types of worms there are? And each has a different purpose in breaking down matter into rich, rich loamy soil? Amazing I tell you. And the microherd, there is a whole other world, a very very complex one, living in just one handful of dirt (provided it's not chalk full of chemicals that have killed the herd). I mean, it's like an entire hierarchy that you could study for decades and still not have a full grasp on the complexities. I'll stop now, but seriously, appreciate your soil and all that lives in it!
4. Someday, I want to buy land and have an orchard and at least five dogs and live in a house that Jesse and I designed with a windmill to provide electricity and a laundry room right off the kitchen with a vertical deep freeze that I can store all my flours in and one counter top surface that is a few inches shorter than all the rest so that when you are kneading dough it's easier to put some elbow into it. Oh yea, and french doors into a courtyard. And a soaker tub with a picture window. And an air purifier built into the central a/c. And a pond with a weeping willow.
5. I'd like to spend a good amount of time in Africa.
6. I do best on about 9 hours of sleep each night, and am extremely jealous of the many people who can fully function on 7-8 (or in some cases, even less). How do you do that?
7. Sometimes, (okay, most all of the time) when I bake, I pretend I am doing a cooking show and I say the commentary in my head. Alright, now the key to cheesecake would be two things. You want to make sure that you've got a water bath, because that's really going to keep the cake from forming that thin layer on top that will dry out and create cracks. And you need to make sure to protect the cake from fast temperature changes, so don't be tempted to open that oven door while it's baking. In fact, just turn off the oven, and go to bed, let the cheesecake sit in there overnight and cool off slowly. You'll be a lot more likely to get a smooth, nice top this way. Que the smile and taste test...mmm....that's delicious, we'll be right back!
Wednesday, November 21, 2007
Random Stuff
I had many things this week which I found to be blog-worthy, but haven't had time to get on here until tonight. I am waiting for some bread to rise, so I will catch up while I wait on that.
First order of business to address tonight would be neuticals. In case anyone wonders what I study in my classes, this is one piece of information that I learned in PS401 this week. To prevent trauma in pets that undergo neutering and have their manliness removed - never fear, neuticals are here! That's right, fake testicles that man's best friend can wear less he be mocked by that stray dog with balls still in tact.
Staying with the dog topic, is Horton's hundred dollar wound. He had a vet visit today for a sore that wasn't healing and was getting worse. Funny, we were charged
32.55 for his pills. I looked at the label, and it's cephalexin, an antibiotic. Hm, that name is familiar.....maybe because we paid less than 10 dollars a couple months ago for me to take the exact same drug when one of my stitches wouldn't heal after my surgery. We also paid 28.00 to have the vet wrap his wound, which immediately fell off. Oh well, at least the 29 dollar "wound cleansing" was worth it, eh?! Actually, it was well worth it, except Horton isn't so sure. He is worried because blue isn't his color and he will be seeing Riley later this week. Do you think he would cheer up if I got him some neuticals?
Other pictures....
Kneading the bread that is now rising....
Jesse isn't so cooperative when I try to take his photo. He had his hat on backward, but he didn't want to be seen like that, so he did this instead.
I had been wanting to put up our tree for about a week now, but hadn't yet found the time. When I got home from work last night though, Jesse had surprised me by getting the tree up (sans decoration). So, I got to put on the ribbon and balls while listening to our Trans-Siberia Orchestra Christmas cd. I really like that cd. Jesse thinks we need new Christmas music though, as that is the only Christmas cd we own, and every year, I put it on repeat and listen for hours.
Anyway, for now, the rest of the blog-worthy stuff will have to come later. My bread is calling.
First order of business to address tonight would be neuticals. In case anyone wonders what I study in my classes, this is one piece of information that I learned in PS401 this week. To prevent trauma in pets that undergo neutering and have their manliness removed - never fear, neuticals are here! That's right, fake testicles that man's best friend can wear less he be mocked by that stray dog with balls still in tact.
Staying with the dog topic, is Horton's hundred dollar wound. He had a vet visit today for a sore that wasn't healing and was getting worse. Funny, we were charged
32.55 for his pills. I looked at the label, and it's cephalexin, an antibiotic. Hm, that name is familiar.....maybe because we paid less than 10 dollars a couple months ago for me to take the exact same drug when one of my stitches wouldn't heal after my surgery. We also paid 28.00 to have the vet wrap his wound, which immediately fell off. Oh well, at least the 29 dollar "wound cleansing" was worth it, eh?! Actually, it was well worth it, except Horton isn't so sure. He is worried because blue isn't his color and he will be seeing Riley later this week. Do you think he would cheer up if I got him some neuticals?
Other pictures....
Kneading the bread that is now rising....
Jesse isn't so cooperative when I try to take his photo. He had his hat on backward, but he didn't want to be seen like that, so he did this instead.
I had been wanting to put up our tree for about a week now, but hadn't yet found the time. When I got home from work last night though, Jesse had surprised me by getting the tree up (sans decoration). So, I got to put on the ribbon and balls while listening to our Trans-Siberia Orchestra Christmas cd. I really like that cd. Jesse thinks we need new Christmas music though, as that is the only Christmas cd we own, and every year, I put it on repeat and listen for hours.
Anyway, for now, the rest of the blog-worthy stuff will have to come later. My bread is calling.
Sunday, November 18, 2007
Kiva
The holidays seem to bring a time when people start looking to donate money or do "good things". I came across a very cool opportunity (via my O magazine) at kiva.org. The idea is to loan 25 dollars to an entrepreneur in (usually) a developing nation. Your 25 combined with other people's adds up to their loan. They repay it, and once you have your repayment, you can invest in another person's loan (or withdraw your money all together). Of course, there are some risks, but they are pretty well outlined on the site. I think this might be a very fun investment.
Saturday, November 17, 2007
Wii
I want a wii. I'm not a video game person, but I want a wii. Jesse and I got to play for the first time a few weeks ago at my brother's. We boxed (he won), then we played tennis (I won), and then we bowled (I killed him). It was a better workout than going to the gym (we were both sore the next day from the boxing game), and certainly much more fun. Maybe in a year or two or three, when wiis aren't so new and popular, and there is another similar system for competition, we will buy one. Until then, if you ever get a chance to try one out, do it for me.
Friday, November 16, 2007
Next Year
When next year starts, and I am actually making art again, maybe this blog will get back to actually being "studio studies".
Sunday, November 11, 2007
A few photos
We have a little bunny that has been hanging out by our house a lot lately. Not sure where his home is, but he likes to sit in one particular spot in our front yard all crouched down.
Today I decided that I should try to get some loose projects wrapped up. Cleaning up the gardens and yard, finishing the mountain pile of laundry, and cleaning the house. So far I have not completed any of them, but at least I've started! I liked the way the cherry tomatoes looked all fallen across the bed. Biggest garden lesson from this year: less tomato plants! Especially those cherry tomatoes, they were still producing even today when they got yanked up.
This is the home of a little groundhog family....that has recently decided to put in an addition. Hmmm....this could be a problem.
Funny, Horton and Abe seem to have a hearing problem unless you are holding a bone, in which case, they listen very well. They are pretty funny when you have a treat. Often, you don't even have to speak a command, they will just start showing you all the tricks that they know in sequential order. Here, I guess Jesse is demonstrating the proper way to eat a bone...gross!
Abe gets the biggest bone. We buy cow femurs from a butcher for him. It makes him very happy, but even better, it cleans his teeth really well and we don't have to pay for a vet to do any dental work.
Horton is of course, allergic to beef, so he gets a little rawhide for teeth cleaning. We only give them about ten minutes of chew time, then the bones go away for another day. Today, I took away both of them, and put them up on the table on our deck and went into the shed. When I came out, Jesse was pointing to Abe and asking if I had given him Horton's rawhide....funny how Abe's back legs don't work well enough to make it up steep stairs, but they work well enough to jump up and grab a rawhide off the table. 
Wednesday, November 07, 2007
Catching Up
I have been meaning to blog for a while, so this is the randomness of all things that I have considered blogging and am finally getting around to.
So Monday at work, I am checking this guy out, and I ask for a phone number...haha...I just realized how different/wrong that sentence could sound. I wasn't hitting on him. I was checking him out because he was buying furniture, and asking for his phone number because we ask for everyone's phone number. Anyway, so I ask for the number and he starts going off about how he won't give it to me because he is never doing business with us again and we are racist and he's never seen racism like he's seen in the Midwest and all of this. Uhhhh...what do you say to that? I must have given a blank stare, as in "what are you talking about" because he then explains that the salesman told him it was hard to get credit and "he thinks I'm some poor black guy wasting his time and I know you've got poor black people up in here". Now, I know the salesman, and I know he meant nothing by it, and I know he tells everyone, white, black, blue, or pink, that it's hard to get credit, because it is. Furniture loans aren't like car loans where everyone and their dog gets approved, they take really good credit to get. And I know that I ask every person who pays with a credit card for a photo id because my boss has been ripped off by fraud too many times. I don't care what color they are, I still ask to see the id. Anyway, whatever, so I just kind of apologize, say we didn't mean anything by it, blah blah. But, it made me realize that racism has so many effects. You know, this guy came in and thought totally innocent people (me and the sales guy) were being racist toward him when our actions had zero to do with his color. Not saying I or the sales guy have no prejudice in us, I don't think there is human alive who has zero prejudice of some sort, whether it be racial, financial, whatever. But, I can say for sure that the actions in the store that day had nothing at all to do with color. But, this guy was convinced of it. I am sure at some point in his life, someone must have done something wrong to him based on his skin, and that is very sad. But, he's still living in it and it's like a filter that he sees the world through now, and I just thought that was kind of sad. A normal, every day business transaction, to him, became an issue of race. It just makes me wonder, how can we heal as a nation? I mean, our country has a horrific history in regards to race and some of it still exists. But, if we all live in our old filters, how can we move past it? I have never been confronted with an issue of racism in the same manner that I was on Monday. It was just odd and left me thinking.
Anyway, do you know what else is odd? I've hardly heard Christmas music. Is this because I have not been out? I haven't been much I guess, but doesn't it usually start in November? I mean, I long to hear the annoying Santa Baby song that I hate so dearly. Am I just ahead of schedule or is something wrong here? Where are the retailers in my face? Where are the commercials? Where are the Salvation Army bell ringers who make me use the door on the other side of the store so that I don't have to feel bad when I make direct eye contact with them, but give no money? Where is the chai that I slip on cold nights at 6:00 in the pitch dark? Maybe because daylight savings was later this year, we haven't slipped into our normal holiday routine yet. Or maybe it's global warming. Who knows. But, I want to slip into that time where news shows avoid words like Christmas and Hanukkah and say all things vague like "holidays".
I will say that I am glad Halloween is over, because Halloween has to be the tackiest of all holidays as far as decor goes. Not that faded plastic Santas and reindeer do a lot for the look of a neighborhood, but honestly, who is the Einstein that really thought a fake bloody head would make a nice decoration? Or that cobwebs and headstones make nice lawn ornaments? Seriously people, let's stick to the pumpkins and bittersweet wreaths. And please, please, take down your tacky ornaments now because it's NOVEMBER.
Which, oddly enough, this is a good lead into my next deal (told you I had lots to blog). I am visual person. When I was a kid, I changed my room around a lot. I asked for daybeds for my birthday, or canopy beds, or wall paper. When we were in Nicaragua and would have team prayer time, I would stare at the tile floor, thinking that it really wouldn't be bad if they would just paint the cabinets, and then I'd shake my head, dang it, stop looking at the floor and pray. Every day I go to work, I look at this photo on the wall that is way too small for the wall size surrounding it and the proportion bugs me to no end, and for the life of me, I spend way too many hours trying to figure out how to balance that corner window in our bedroom.
So I'm changing my major. I had mentioned that I was going to keep my major in social psychology and minor in fine art, but turns out, I can't. Long explanation, but basically has to do with campus locations and my "home of record" according to which campus I belong to, and which campuses offer which options, and the university just simply cannot accommodate this combo. So, anyway, upon finding out I can't do this, I spent a couple weeks sulking because my brilliant plan had been foiled and my life was all confusing again. And the conclusion I came to a couple weeks later, is that I need to flip flop, change my major to fine art, and my minor to psychology. This actually works out with campus locations and university red tape. So, the deed is done. I am now officially an art major, and am now officially pushing back my graduation date (cue big groan). So, starting January instead of diagnosing hypothetical people and learning about the DSM (which, by the way, is a lot of fun, diagnosing people and all), my homework will be drawing stuff and making stuff. I like diagnosing people, but it will be more fun to try not to stain my clothes with paint and clay.
With that being said, I actually have some diagnosing to do tonight. My case study is due this week, and I should really get on that. So, I'm off to the land of obsessive compulsives, histrionics, and somatoform disorders for now! Next round, I will try to find some photos to post instead of giving an ear full.
So Monday at work, I am checking this guy out, and I ask for a phone number...haha...I just realized how different/wrong that sentence could sound. I wasn't hitting on him. I was checking him out because he was buying furniture, and asking for his phone number because we ask for everyone's phone number. Anyway, so I ask for the number and he starts going off about how he won't give it to me because he is never doing business with us again and we are racist and he's never seen racism like he's seen in the Midwest and all of this. Uhhhh...what do you say to that? I must have given a blank stare, as in "what are you talking about" because he then explains that the salesman told him it was hard to get credit and "he thinks I'm some poor black guy wasting his time and I know you've got poor black people up in here". Now, I know the salesman, and I know he meant nothing by it, and I know he tells everyone, white, black, blue, or pink, that it's hard to get credit, because it is. Furniture loans aren't like car loans where everyone and their dog gets approved, they take really good credit to get. And I know that I ask every person who pays with a credit card for a photo id because my boss has been ripped off by fraud too many times. I don't care what color they are, I still ask to see the id. Anyway, whatever, so I just kind of apologize, say we didn't mean anything by it, blah blah. But, it made me realize that racism has so many effects. You know, this guy came in and thought totally innocent people (me and the sales guy) were being racist toward him when our actions had zero to do with his color. Not saying I or the sales guy have no prejudice in us, I don't think there is human alive who has zero prejudice of some sort, whether it be racial, financial, whatever. But, I can say for sure that the actions in the store that day had nothing at all to do with color. But, this guy was convinced of it. I am sure at some point in his life, someone must have done something wrong to him based on his skin, and that is very sad. But, he's still living in it and it's like a filter that he sees the world through now, and I just thought that was kind of sad. A normal, every day business transaction, to him, became an issue of race. It just makes me wonder, how can we heal as a nation? I mean, our country has a horrific history in regards to race and some of it still exists. But, if we all live in our old filters, how can we move past it? I have never been confronted with an issue of racism in the same manner that I was on Monday. It was just odd and left me thinking.
Anyway, do you know what else is odd? I've hardly heard Christmas music. Is this because I have not been out? I haven't been much I guess, but doesn't it usually start in November? I mean, I long to hear the annoying Santa Baby song that I hate so dearly. Am I just ahead of schedule or is something wrong here? Where are the retailers in my face? Where are the commercials? Where are the Salvation Army bell ringers who make me use the door on the other side of the store so that I don't have to feel bad when I make direct eye contact with them, but give no money? Where is the chai that I slip on cold nights at 6:00 in the pitch dark? Maybe because daylight savings was later this year, we haven't slipped into our normal holiday routine yet. Or maybe it's global warming. Who knows. But, I want to slip into that time where news shows avoid words like Christmas and Hanukkah and say all things vague like "holidays".
I will say that I am glad Halloween is over, because Halloween has to be the tackiest of all holidays as far as decor goes. Not that faded plastic Santas and reindeer do a lot for the look of a neighborhood, but honestly, who is the Einstein that really thought a fake bloody head would make a nice decoration? Or that cobwebs and headstones make nice lawn ornaments? Seriously people, let's stick to the pumpkins and bittersweet wreaths. And please, please, take down your tacky ornaments now because it's NOVEMBER.
Which, oddly enough, this is a good lead into my next deal (told you I had lots to blog). I am visual person. When I was a kid, I changed my room around a lot. I asked for daybeds for my birthday, or canopy beds, or wall paper. When we were in Nicaragua and would have team prayer time, I would stare at the tile floor, thinking that it really wouldn't be bad if they would just paint the cabinets, and then I'd shake my head, dang it, stop looking at the floor and pray. Every day I go to work, I look at this photo on the wall that is way too small for the wall size surrounding it and the proportion bugs me to no end, and for the life of me, I spend way too many hours trying to figure out how to balance that corner window in our bedroom.
So I'm changing my major. I had mentioned that I was going to keep my major in social psychology and minor in fine art, but turns out, I can't. Long explanation, but basically has to do with campus locations and my "home of record" according to which campus I belong to, and which campuses offer which options, and the university just simply cannot accommodate this combo. So, anyway, upon finding out I can't do this, I spent a couple weeks sulking because my brilliant plan had been foiled and my life was all confusing again. And the conclusion I came to a couple weeks later, is that I need to flip flop, change my major to fine art, and my minor to psychology. This actually works out with campus locations and university red tape. So, the deed is done. I am now officially an art major, and am now officially pushing back my graduation date (cue big groan). So, starting January instead of diagnosing hypothetical people and learning about the DSM (which, by the way, is a lot of fun, diagnosing people and all), my homework will be drawing stuff and making stuff. I like diagnosing people, but it will be more fun to try not to stain my clothes with paint and clay.
With that being said, I actually have some diagnosing to do tonight. My case study is due this week, and I should really get on that. So, I'm off to the land of obsessive compulsives, histrionics, and somatoform disorders for now! Next round, I will try to find some photos to post instead of giving an ear full.
Sunday, November 04, 2007
Dogs
Jesse and I know a lot of people in our neighborhood, and we have a good feel for who comes and goes, and which people live here and which don't. It occurred to me, however, that we know all of this information solely based upon dogs, and we have conversations in which we know just who/where we are talking about, all built upon canines. There's "Beagle lady", "Scooby's house", "Stealth's house", "The Bulldog people", "Champ's people", "Dakota's house", "Toto and friends", "Basset Hound house", "Hot tub dog's house", "Scary Boxer house", "Chihuahua and new puppy", not to mention the lesser talked about "White dog on a leash house", "People whose dogs followed me" and "Little dog with older people on the corner".
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